This is a redwood bridge my dad built across the little bitty creek that sometimes flows through our property. Underneath used to be a decent-size stream with bream and little catfish, frogs, turtles, and the occasional snake. I spent many, many hours playing on its banks and knew it like the back of my hand.
Ever since the catfish pond upstream dried up, water only flows now when there’s significant rain. However, the ceramic fisherman doesn’t give up.